ASTER than fairies, faster than

\ witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and
ditches ;

And charging along like troops in a battle,

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain ;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles ;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes ;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies !

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